Chapter 11

The cleaning time was longer. When Su Xiang came out of the bathroom, Fu Hanchuan woke up. Half naked chest, strong muscles with honey color and healthy skin color also show that men are extremely tall. The man who got up in the morning had a different charm. He half sat and looked at her in a lazy posture, but his eyes were particularly sharp and cold, like ice and knife. Su Xiang was stunned and his eyes fell on the marriage certificate held between his fingertips. The broken book was very ugly. Even the bright red wrapped in the tape lost its true color, which was very incompatible with his slender, bony fingers. It seems that the perfect hands destroyed the bright red book and looked cruel. He looked at her coldly and said coldly, "just put it under your pillow?" Su Xiang didn't deny it. Since he turned it out, it's obvious, isn't it“ Take it out every night and every morning? " He shook his fingers, showing a hint of ridicule, "do you regret tearing it, or do you want to tear it again?" Cherish and destroy, in the depths of his careless eyes, he can't see what kind of answer he wants. Su Xiang took a gentle breath, pursed his lower lip, raised his hands and began to draw—— Yesterday, your mother told me that she wanted me to leave. She said... Before she finished the competition, Fu Hanchuan directly impatiently interrupted her: "I can't understand what you're talking about, all right." He lifted the quilt, stood up and walked directly past her to the bathroom. When he passed, the strong wind blew on his face, cool“ The house seemed to tremble with a loud bang. Su Xiang was used to it, but he couldn't help covering his ears. She glanced at the closed door. It was really Ms. Zhuoya's own son. She didn't have much patience. However, although he has never learned sign language, he has lived together for nearly three years. Even if he can't understand it, he should always guess some sign language. Does he really can't understand it, or has he never had the patience to guess? There was a faint cry of the child next door. He was probably frightened by the sound of closing the door just now. Su Xiang didn't stop much and immediately went to the baby room next door. After washing the children, Fu Hanchuan came out of the room. This weekend, he rested at home and only wore comfortable home clothes. They looked at each other for a while, and they had no desire to speak. Fu Ying was very happy to see his father. He didn't know that it was his father who frightened him just now. He waved his little hand to hug: "Baba..." Fu Hanchuan held the child and walked to the living room. The things sent by Mrs. Zhuoya were casually placed on the sofa. Fu Ying saw it and asked him to dismantle it“ Baba, tear it down... It depends, tear it down... "Su Xiang wanted to say not to tear it down. The children can't play at all. It's very troublesome to clean up the broken toys. After thinking about it, he'd better give it up. When did Fu Hanchuan listen to her. When she made breakfast, Fu Hanchuan had made a model of a car with her son. Fu Hanchuan likes cars very much. Luxury cars in the garage can open auto shows. In the early years, he also participated in car races, but since that incident, he has not participated in any more. Even those luxury cars are stored in the garage to accumulate dust. But judging from the model he made for his son, he still loves cars. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.